Two recent programmes on the BBC claim that the story of Atlantis derives from a huge natural disaster in the Aegean which tore apart the islands of Thera and Crete in 1620 BC. I have no doubt these cataclysmic events happened, but believe that the original story of Atlantis occurred far earlier, 12000 years or more before, and very differently.
Because this point of time on Earth parallels what happened in Atlantis, many of the people who lived then are in incarnation now as part of their completion and it is likely you are among them, with your memories and possibly karma from those great events. I too was there, many times,and this is what I remember of the final days:
Atlantis was a great land lying in the middle of what is now the Atlantic and it was very beautiful. It was abundant with riches of wildlife and culture, also wealth through trading. It was, additionally, the spiritual centre of the world: the ancient wisdoms were known and practised as the heart of the civilisation; great spiritual teachers were revered and sought after for their gifts; and priests and priestesses of the highest calibre did their service in temples of extraordinary and high interdimensional frequencies, conduits between the people and the divine working magically to heal and transform to achieve heaven on Earth.
Each temple had its own purpose and was designed to help to achieve this through use of colour, for example, shape and material. The High Temple, the Temple of Light, was a portal to other planes and an entry point for beings of the highest light. It was the place where time did not exist and because of the strength of the frequencies only people of the clearest resonance could be there, and those who were permitted to be there were present in their monadic being only – nothing of matter could be there. As such, the temple was created from living clear crystal and at its centre was a great blue quartz crystal, a transmitter with powers which even now I may not specify.
At its spiritual peak, Atlantis was a place of bliss – but times change and nothing remains the same forever on Earth. Atlantis was spiritual sublimity, but, like every such epoch, the swing of the pendulum changed as a result of the choices of Man.
The great continent was not only a spiritual and cultural centre, but a technological one too, and amazing experimentation and discovery took place which have never been exceeded. The combination of spiritual wisdom, magic and science produced wonders which are unimaginable, and the fusion of these gifts of service worked in perfect harmony while the imperatives of the ancient Laws based on altruism, simplicity and good intent under the aegis of God were followed.
Over time, certain men and women in every walk of life began to see opportunity for personal advancement, bringing with it riches and power. Using the sophisticated tools and knowledge they had, they realised that pure gold could be made from base metal; human and animal experimentation could produce hybrids that could be controlled and enslaved; psychic communications could foresee the future and influence the present; the light could be used to create what was dark. Atlanteans began to fall into material temptation and the struggle between the vibrations of the highest and the lowest began.
Some of the priests and priestesses succumbed, others saw what was occurring and resisted, but increasingly the lure of possession beguiled the people, and they wanted more. The lands and the world of nature, hitherto so much honoured, was plundered carelessly as science and technology became pre-eminent for what it could deliver. Spirit became forgotten or abused. Gaia watched and waited.
The dark masters of Atlantis had learned to control souls. Their intention was to go further and control monads – to control Spirit. It had never been done before. Each monad is a spark of God and as such is pure Spirit, incorruptible and comprising sheer light. Souls, by contrast, are the bridge between humanity and Spirit, a reflection of the journey of man and man’s experiences, a mixture of light and dark. For many Atlanteans, lured by the promise of wealth and power, the sacrifice of their soul on the altar of materialism was a price worth paying, and they disregarded the long-term repercussions for themselves and their world.
The dark masters had their plan, an inverse reflection of the Plan of God, and it centred upon the intention to control humanity through the drug of matter, and through this, using powers of great magic they had acquired through the Atlantean spiritual experience, to exploit and then destroy divinity where it could be found. In this, they underestimated the determination of the Masters of Light, the Light and the Love of God, that Spirit on Earth would not be destroyed.
A battle between the scientists and technologists on the one side, and the spiritual community on the other began. You could call it the battle between mind and heart. There was intense pressure to bleed Atlantis and beyond dry of her life blood to feed the demand for riches, but many resisted. Gaia herself, violated and disregarded for years, protested through sporadic earthquakes, floods, volcanic eruptions and tsunamis. The tide of greed continued to gather force, however, as did the insatiable desire for power.
The Temple of Light remained as it always had been, a sacred place of extraordinary interdimensional spirituality. The High Priestess and certain of her acolytes knew what was occurring beyond and recognised the challenges to the Master Plan, but saw also that the experience was the ultimate choice of mankind and should be accepted as such without judgment. What to do about it was their challenge personally and spiritually. The dark masters saw also that, while the Temple of Light survived and its flame of service burned, they could not achieve their aim of spiritual and world domination. The Temple, and its servants, had to be destroyed. The Temple was the key. In order to control Spirit, the dark masters in Atlantis had to destroy the great Temple of Light which held the cosmic secrets they sought.
They had within their power a number of junior priests and priestesses whom they had corrupted both sexually and with the promise of riches; their minds had been turned and all sense of moral integrity had been stripped away. They waited within the sacred fastness of the Temple for the signal to administer drugs to the High Priestess and her loyal acolytes which would render them paralysed and blind, unable to escape but locked in their bodies. The drugs would close down all the chakras, severing all psychic and spiritual links, and would act as a truth drug.
Meanwhile, skilled Atlantean technologists and black magicians, hungry for fame and advancement had studied the workings of nature with the intent of controlling it, and they thought they had succeeded. The plan was for them to harness the energies of the Earth and to create an earthquake which would be localised immediately under the Temple of Light destroying it but leaving the rest of the continent unharmed. It was risky but they were confident they would succeed, for they believed nothing could better their scientific and magical knowledge.
Within the Temple the High Priestess, herself a Master of the Light, was in constant communication with the Source through the mighty quartz crystal which was the centerpiece of the crystal structure, and through meditation and ancient ritual. She knew of the dark Plan before it was devised. It would have been easy for her and her friends to leave the place using the portal within the crystal but by abandoning the Temple in this way she risked the violation of cosmic secrets and the likelihood that Atlantis would become a potent centre of darkness which could take over the world and destroy the Plan of God. She had to be there until the end.
On the last day of Atlantis the plan was ready, timed to begin exactly in accordance with the perfect astrological profile for battle and success – but success for whom? The rogue priests, as instructed, dropped poison into the altar cups of those they wished to destroy, but their targets had prepared themselves through prayer, healing and cleansing and the use of natural antidotes given to them by skilled herbalists, and the poison had no effect. When men arrived to capture them for torture and brainwashing they were confronted by the sight of a ring of priestesses moving ritualistically around a great fire which burned within the Blue Crystal. They were filled with an unearthly light and strange music played seemingly from nowhere, while mythical creatures of magnificence accompanied them. The men were filled with fear, and ran away.
Deep within the Earth below the elementals which had been enslaved waited, but very conscious of the rituals going on in the Temple above them. The signal came for the earthquake to begin, and as it did a bolt of energy, like lightning, came through the crystal layers and released the earth spirits to do the bidding of God. They created an earthquake, but rather than destroying just the Temple above it spread underground until it reached the place of capitalism, the home of the dark masters, and erupted explosively there before spreading beyond. Tidal waves of enormous proportions were created and dormant volcanoes came to life, and Atlantis began to break apart and become submerged.
The Temple of Light continued to stand, all the sacred wisdoms contained within the crystalline structures and the priestesses who waited, knowing it was their task to destroy the place they loved, and themselves, for the sake of the spiritual future of the planet. As Atlantis heaved and burned below them they took the Temple secrets into themselves to be held until it was time for them to be released into the world again. The High Priestess, surrounded by those who were left, took the sacred Rod of Initiation and invoked the power of God as she drew sacred symbols over the Blue Crystal and the others chanted mantras of great power.
With a crash of thunder and an explosion of light the Blue Crystal cracked, and the force of the event caused the Temple to shudder and sheets of heavy crystal began to fall on those who were there. Most were killed immediately, but the High Priestess continued to stand in the centre of the Crystal, newly exposed, speaking in a strange tongue as she did the bidding of Spirit using a form of magic never seen before or since, working with stars and moons and nature, with beings from other planets to ensure the mission was completed.
The Temple shattered around her and Atlantis disappeared beneath seething waves. Some of the people who survived, fleeing in ships to other lands at night, spoke of seeing a pillar of light coming upon the broken Temple, and that, when the light lifted the Temple was not to be seen. The mission was complete.
Claire Montanaro is a skilled and sought after spiritual teacher, speaker, lecturer and author, with a reputation for inspiring and empowering her clients, students and audience. Based in Wales, her heartfelt desire is to assist people to actualise their total connectedness to all that is. Additionally, she offers a global philosophy for living and being in the new age for all seekers of truth. Seven simple yet intensely profound Principles form the core of her teaching, the practice of which embodies the New Consciousness and is a catalyst for One-ness. Her book “Spiritual Wisdom” is published by Piatkus Books. Her website can be found at http://www.inluminoglobal.co.uk where you can read more articles like this in her regularly updated Thoughts for the Day (blog).